A Maid's Tale

My Mistress is a very early riser, so expects me to be at her house at 8 am, which means me getting up at 6. The first job is always the washing up, and then I get on with the cleaning. All her cocks and strapons are in a large glass cabinet, which needed cleaning, so I took all the cocks out. I am rapidly coming to the conclusion that my Mistress has OCD (Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder), because every cock has to be in exactly the right place. So they were all carefully removed, the glass shelves cleaned, and then hopefully put back in the same place! Cocks needed washing and sanitising, equipment needed wiping down, the floor needed scrubbing (on my knees, of course), and then things need polishing. I always get excited polishing her Queening chair, and imagining that I am locked underneath it, my mouth held open waiting for her amber nectar – maybe I am just fantasising!

While I was cleaning the hall my Mistress started camming. She was chatting to one guy, and asked if he wanted to see her pierced labia, and then carried on to suggest they both wanked together. On and on it went, the guy on the other end of the cam was obviously getting more and more excited – so was my Mistress…….. and me as well!

Something surprising always happens, and so it was today! She asked me to bake her a Victoria sponge. This struck me as a lose-lose situation; my baking skills are legendary bad, and various Mistresses have on-line made fun of some cakes I made. I knew I was heading for a fall!

I followed the instructions to the letter; the oven was as exactly the right temperature, and the sponge was cooked for exactly the right length of time. And, lo and behold, the cakes came out perfectly. There was only one small disaster when I tried to get one of the sponges out of its tin, and it fell in half – luckily I could hide this at the bottom of the cake.

I don’t know who was the more surprised – me or my Mistress! She actually said the cake was nice, and posted a picture of it on Twitter, accompanied by a threat to get me to do some more baking. Obviously she is lining me up for a fall, and I know that there will be a severe caning when eventually my baking goes wrong.

Quite an eventful day; no dressing up as a maid, but lots of fun and excitement.